Second Book of Tales: "I never lost a little fish - Yes, I'm free to say. It always was the biggest fish I caught, that got away"
By Eugene Field
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Eugene Field was born on 2nd September 1850 in St. Louis, Missouri. His mother died when he was six and his father when he was nineteen. His academic life was not taken seriously and he preferred the life of a prankster until, in 1875, he began work as a journalist for the St. Joseph Gazette in Saint Joseph, Missouri.
In his career as a journalist he soon found a niche that suited him. His articles were light, humorous and written in a personal gossipy style that endeared him to his readership. Some were soon being syndicated to other newspapers around the States. Field soon rose to city editor of the Gazette.
Field had first published poetry in 1879, when his poem ‘Christmas Treasures’ appeared. This was the beginning that would eventually number over a dozen volumes. As well as verse Field published an extensive range of short stories including ‘The Holy Cross’ and ‘Daniel and the Devil.’
In 1889 whilst the family were in London and Field himself was recovering from a bout of ill health he wrote his most famous poem; ‘Lovers Lane’.
On 4th November 1895 Eugene Field Sr died in Chicago of a heart attack at the age of 45.
Eugene Field
Eugene Field (1850-1895) was a noted author best known for his fairy tales and nursery rhymes. Many of his children's poems were illustrated by Maxfield Parrish. Also an American journalist and humorous essay writer, Field was lost to the world at the young age of 45 when he died of a heart attack.
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Second Book of Tales - Eugene Field
Second Book of Tales by Eugene Field
Eugene Field was born on 2nd September 1850 in St. Louis, Missouri. His mother died when he was six and his father when he was nineteen. His academic life was not taken seriously and he preferred the life of a prankster until, in 1875, he began work as a journalist for the St. Joseph Gazette in Saint Joseph, Missouri.
In his career as a journalist he soon found a niche that suited him. His articles were light, humorous and written in a personal gossipy style that endeared him to his readership. Some were soon being syndicated to other newspapers around the States. Field soon rose to city editor of the Gazette.
Field had first published poetry in 1879, when his poem ‘Christmas Treasures’ appeared. This was the beginning that would eventually number over a dozen volumes. As well as verse Field published an extensive range of short stories including ‘The Holy Cross’ and ‘Daniel and the Devil.’
In 1889 whilst the family were in London and Field himself was recovering from a bout of ill health he wrote his most famous poem; ‘Lovers Lane’.
On 4th November 1895 Eugene Field Sr died in Chicago of a heart attack at the age of 45.
Index of Contents
INTRODUCTION
HUMIN NATUR' ON THE HAN'BUL 'ND ST. JO.
THE MOTHER IN PARADISE
MR. AND MRS. BLOSSOM
DEATH AND THE SOLDIER
THE 'JININ' FARMS
THE ANGEL AND THE FLOWERS
THE CHILD'S LETTER
THE SINGER MOTHER
THE TWO WIVES
THE WOOING OF MISS WOPPIT
THE TALISMAN
GEORGE'S BIRTHDAY
SWEET ONE DARLING AND THE DREAM FAIRIES
SWEET ONE DARLING AND THE MOON GARDEN
SAMUEL COWLES AND HIS HORSE ROYAL
THE WEREWOLF
A MARVELLOUS INVENTION
THE STORY OF XANTHIPPE
BAKED BEANS AND CULTURE
MLLE. PRUD'HOMME'S BOOK
THE DEMAND FOR CONDENSED MUSIC
LEARNING AND LITERATURE
DIE WALKÜRE
UND DER BOOMERANGELUNGEN
THE WORKS OF SAPPHO
EUGENE FIELD – A SHORT BIOGRAPHY
EUGENE FIELD – A CONCISE BIBILIOGRAPHY
INTRODUCTION
Of all American poets Field, it seems to me, best understood the heart of a child. Other sweet singers have given us the homely life of the Western cabin, the unexpected tenderness of the mountaineer, the loyalty and quaint devotion of the negro servant, but to Field alone, and in preëminent degree, was given that keen insight into child nature, that compassion for its faults, that sympathy with its sorrows and that delight in its joyous innocence which will endear him to his race as long as our language is read.
His poems too always kindle afresh that spark of child life which still lies smouldering in the hearts of us all, no matter how poor and sorrowful our beginnings. As we read, how the old memories come back to us! Old hopes, rosy with the expectation of the indefinite and unknowable. Old misgivings and fears; old rompings and holidays and precious idle hours. We know them all, and we know how true they are. We remember in our own case the very hour and day, and how it all happened and why, and what came of it, joys and sorrows as real as our keenest experiences since.
This is a heritage plentiful and noble, and this heritage is Field's.
In the last paragraphs of that tender prose poem of Bill the Lokil Editor
one of the Profitable Tales Bill alluz fond uv children 'nd birds 'nd flowers
Bill, who was like the old sycamore that the lightning had struck, with the vines spread all around and over it, covering its scars and splintered branches occurs this passage:
That’s Bill perhaps as he stands up f'r jedgment a miserable, tremblin', 'nd unworthy thing, perhaps, but twined about, all over, with singin' and pleadin' little children and that is pleasin' in God's sight, I know.
If Field had nothing else to bring he could say truthfully as he faced his Master:
I followed in your footsteps. I loved the children and the children loved me.
HUMIN NATUR' ON THE HAN'BUL 'ND ST. JO
Durin' war times the gorillas hed torn up most uv the cypress ties an' used 'em for kindlin' an' stove wood, an' the result wuz that when the war wuz over there wuz n't anythink left uv the Han'bul 'nd St. Jo but the rollin' stock 'nd the two streaks uv rails from one end uv the road to the other. In the spring uv '67 I hed to go out into Kansas; and takin' the Han'bul 'nd St. Jo at Palmyry Junction, I wuz n't long in findin' out that the Han'bul 'nd St. Jo railroad wuz jist about the wust cast of rollin' prairer I ever struck.
There wuz one bunk left when I boarded the sleepin' car, and I hed presence uv mind 'nuff to ketch on to it. It wuz then just about dusk, an' the nigger that sort uv run things in the car sez to me: Boss,
sez he, I 'll have to get you to please not to snore to night, but to be uncommon quiet.
What for?
sez I. Hain't I paid my two dollars, an' hain't I entitled to all the luxuries uv the outfit?
Then the nigger leant over an' told me that Colonel Elijah Gates, one uv the directors uv the road, an' the richest man in Marion County, wuz aboard, an' it wuz one uv the rules uv the company not to do anythink to bother him or get him to sell his stock.
The nigger pointed out Colonel Gates, 'nd I took a look at him as he sot readin' the Palmyry Spectator.
He wuz one of our kind uv people long, raw boned, 'nd husky. He looked to be about sixty may be not quite on to sixty. He wuz n't bothered with much hair onto his head, 'nd his beard was shaved, all except two rims or fringes uv it that ran down the sides uv his face 'nd met underneath his chin. This fringe filled up his neck so thet he did n't hev to wear no collar, 'nd he had n't no jewelry about him excep' a big carnelian bosom pin that hed the picture uv a woman's head on it in white. His specs sot well down on his nose, 'nd I could see his blue eyes over 'em small eyes, but kind ur good natured. Between his readin' uv his paper 'nd his eatin' plug terbacker he kep' toler'ble busy till come bedtime. The rest on us kep' as quiet as we could, for we knew it wuz an honor to ride in the same sleepin' car with the richest man in Marion County 'nd a director uv the Han'bul 'nd St. Jo to boot.
Along 'bout eight o'clock the colonel reckoned he 'd tumble into bed. When he 'd drawed his boots 'nd hung up his coat 'nd laid in a fresh hunk uv nat'ral leaf, he crawled into the best bunk, 'nd presently we heerd him sleepin'. There wuz nuthin' else for the rest uv us to do but to foller suit, 'nd we did.
It must have been about an hour later say along about Prairer City that a woman come aboard with a baby. There war n't no bunk for her, but the nigger allowed that she might set back near the stove, for the baby 'peared to be kind ov sick like, 'nd the woman looked like she had been cryin'. Whether it wuz the jouncin' uv the car, or whether the young one wuz hungry or hed a colic into it, I did n't know, but anyhow the train had n't pulled out uv Prairer City afore the baby began to take on. The nigger run back as fast as he could, 'nd told the young woman that she 'd have to keep that baby quiet because Colonel 'Lijy Gates, one uv the directors uv the road, wuz in the car 'nd wunt be disturbed. The young woman caught up the baby scart like, 'nd talked soothin' to it, 'nd covered its little face with her shawl, 'nd done all them things thet women do to make babies go to sleep.
But the baby would cry, and, in spite of all the young woman 'nd the nigger could do, Colonel Elijah Gates heard the baby cryin', and so he waked up. First his two blue yarn socks come through the curtains, 'nd then his long legs 'nd long body 'nd long face hove into sight. He come down the car to the young woman, 'nd looked at her over his specs. Did n't seem to be the least bit mad; jest solemn 'nd bizness like.
My dear madam,
sez he to the young woman, you must do sumpin' to keep that child quiet. These people have all paid for their bunks, 'nd they are entitled to a good night's sleep. Of course I know how 't is with young children will cry sometimes have raised 'leven uv 'em myself, 'nd know, all about 'em. But as a director uv the Han' bul 'nd St. Jo I 've got to pertect the rights of these other folks. So jist keep the baby quiet as you kin.
Now, there war n't nothin' cross in the colonel's tone; the colonel wuz as kind 'nd consid'rit as could be expected uv a man who hed so much responsibility a restin' onto him. But the young woman was kind uv nervous, 'nd after the colonel went back 'nd got into his bunk the young woman sniffled and worrited and seemed like she had lost her wits, 'nd the baby kep' cryin' jist as hard as ever.
Waal, there wuz n't much sleepin' to be done in that car, for what with the baby cryin', 'nd the young woman a sayin', Oh, dear!
'nd Oh, my!
and the nigger a prancin' round like the widder bewitched with all this goin' on, sleep wuz out uv the question. Folks began to wake up 'nd put their heads outern their bunks to see what wuz the doggone matter. This made things pleasanter for the young woman. The colonel stood it as long as he could, and then he got up a second time 'nd come down the car 'nd looked at the young woman over his specs.
Now, as I wuz tellin' you afore,
sez he, I hain't makin' no complaint uv myself, for I 've raised a family of 'leven children, 'nd I know all about 'em. But these other folks here in the car have paid for a good night's sleep, 'nd it 's my duty as a director uv the Han'bul 'nd St. Jo to see that they get it. Seems to me like you ought to be able to keep that child quiet you can't make me believe that there's any use for a child to be carryin' on so. Sumpin 's hurtin' it I know sumpin 's hurtin' it by the way it cries. Now, you look 'nd see if there ain't a pin stickin' into it somewhere; I 've raised 'leven children, 'nd that 's jist the way they used to cry when there wuz a pin stickin' em.
He reckoned he 'd find things all right this time, 'nd he went back to his bunk feelin' toler'ble satisfied with himself. But the young woman could n't find no pin stickin' the baby, 'nd, no matter how much she stewed and worrited, the baby kep' right on cryin', jest the same. Holy smoke! but how that baby did cry.
Now, I reckoned that the colonel would be gettin' almighty mad if this thing kep' up much longer. A man may raise 'leven children as easy as rollin' off 'n a log, 'nd yet the twelfth one, that is n't his at all, may break him. There is ginerally a last straw, even when it comes to the matter uv children.
So when the colonel riz feet foremost for the third time outern his bunk that night or, I should say, mornin', for it was mighty near mornin' now we looked for hail Columby.
Look a here, my good woman,
sez he to the young woman with the baby, as I wuz tellin' you afore, you must do sumpin to keep that child quiet. It 'll never do to keep all these folks awake like this. They 've paid for a good night's sleep, 'nd it 's my duty as a director uv the Han'bul 'nd St. Jo to pertest ag'in' this disturbance. I 've raised a family uv 'leven children, 'nd I know, as well as I know anythink, that that child is hungry. No child ever cries like that when it is n't hungry, so I insist on your nursin' it 'nd givin' us peace 'nd quiet.
Then the young woman began to sniffle.
Law me, sir,
sez the young woman, I ain't the baby's mother I 'm only just tendin' it.
The colonel got pretty mad then; his face got red 'nd his voice kind uv trembled he wuz so mad.
Where is its mother?
sez the colonel. Why is n't she here takin' care uv this hungry 'nd cryin' child like she ought to be?
She 's in the front car, sir,
sez the young woman, chokin' up. She 's in the front car in a box, dead; we 're takin' the body 'nd the baby back home.
Now what would you or me have done what would any man have done then 'nd there? Jest what the colonel done.
The colonel did n't wait for no second thought; he jest reached out his big bony hands 'nd he sez, Young woman, gi' me that baby
sez it so quiet 'nd so gentle like that seemed like it wuz the baby's mother that wuz a speakin'.
The colonel took the baby, and now, may be you won't believe me the colonel held that baby 'nd rocked it in his arms 'nd talked to it like it had been his own child. And the baby seemed to know that it lay ag'in' a lovin' heart, for, when it heerd the ol' man's kind voice 'nd saw his smilin' face 'nd felt the soothin' rockin' uv his arms, the baby stopped its grievin' 'nd cryin', 'nd cuddled up close to the colonel's breast, 'nd begun to coo 'nd laff.
The colonel called the nigger. Jim,
sez he, you go ahead 'nd tell the conductor to stop the train at the first farm house. We 've got to have some milk for this child some warm milk with sugar into it; I hain't raised a family uv 'leven children for nothin'.
The baby did n't cry no more that night; leastwise we did n't hear it if it did cry. And what if we had heerd it? Blessed if I don't think every last one of us would have got up to help tend that lonesome little thing.
That wuz more 'n twenty years ago, but I kin remember the last words I heerd the colonel say: No matter if it does cry,